Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 149: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (16)

The veil fluttered, and a delicate and picturesque face appeared in front of her eyes.

As white as snow, it is so beautiful.

The girl's starry eyes were bent, and her voice sounded crisp and clear, as if a little bewitched, "Am I good-looking?"

The beauty is like a fairy, but it is.

"It's beautiful." Bai Mufeng's Adam's apple twitched, and the thin veil slipped from their fingertips and floated to the surface of the water.

Hearing this, she seemed very happy, her eyes became brighter and brighter, "Then you can watch more, and you can see it whenever you want."

The exhaled breath was slightly cool, falling on the face and lips, Bai Mufeng's blood surged up, and the roots of his ears were red.

An Ning pursed her lips, but smiled ignorantly, "Can you answer my question now?"

"Excuse me, girl." Bai Mufeng lowered his head.

An Ning said bluntly, "You marry me."

"Young lady, I have a fiancée already." Bai Mufeng's face became even hotter, and he repeated stumblingly.

"You have already said that this is indeed a problem." The girl pondered for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she seemed helpless, "Okay, you can take a concubine after you get married."

Bai Mufeng raised his head and looked at her in surprise, only to see the girl frowned and said, "Is it still possible?"

Seeing that he was silent, she wrung her fingers and continued to compromise, "That, that, let's add another room."

"Girl, what do you mean by that?" It would be a lie to say that he wasn't shocked, it took Bai Mufeng a long while to find his voice.

"I said that if you marry me, you can have other women. You can have as many as you like if you are not satisfied." The girl half propped herself on the bathtub, "Are you happy that I am so gentle and considerate?"

Those eyes were bright and bright, their brilliance flowed, they were indescribably charming and lovely.

"Girl, I'm..." When he met her eyes, Bai Mufeng felt that his breathing was quickening. It was difficult to say the words "fiancée".

An Ning didn't make things difficult for him, but fortunately she said to herself, "Actually, my father only asked me to save one type of people, rich, young, and good-looking."

"Where's your father?" It's good to be able to change the subject.

"died."

Bai Mufeng felt guilty and distressed, "I'm sorry, but I brought up your sadness."

"It's okay, my dad said, one day I can save the person he said, and I won't be alone anymore."

"I'm happy when I see you. You should be the one my father said." An Ning leaned over, holding his face in her hands, her lips slightly raised, "Well, my ideal."

The lips are alluring, the voice is alluring, so simple and frank, but also charming.

A kind of person...the one you like...so that's what it means.

It's all his fault, for harming such a simple girl in vain.

Bai Mufeng plunged into the potion without even thinking about it.

An Ning who was splashed with water all over her face: ...

"My beloved, your face is not injured, so there is no need to soak it in any medicine."

Bai Mufeng held his breath and blamed himself fiercely in the water.

When did his willpower become so vulnerable?Or, when did he become so lustful without realizing it?
An Jing admired it quietly, and lightly poked him on the back, "Sweetie, you've been here for a long time, you'll be suffocated~"

no response.

"Heh, then you should try more of my medicine." An Ning walked slowly around the tub.

Finally, bubbles surfaced on the surface of the water, and An Ning fished him out.

Bai Mufeng was already unconscious and fell into a dream.

An Ning supported his head so that he would not drown, and when he calmed down, there was a fierce roar in his ears.

The most familiar one belongs to the vibration of the ice sword.

Even though he was held back tightly, he still made a sound.

An Ning secretly drugged Bai Mufeng again to ensure that he would not wake up in the middle, and then left the room.

It was already dark, and outside the door, the young man stood with his sword in his hands, his black clothes were cold, as if he had built a wall around his body to keep everyone out.

An Ning said joyfully, "Qian Lin, you came just in time, I saved a person today."

"Holy girl, why are you saving him?" The young man looked indifferent.

An Ning curled her lips, "Oh, he looks good."

Qian Lin stopped talking, and didn't even look at her again.

His eyes were cold, with a faint murderous intent.

An Ning's heart skipped a beat, almost forgetting his identity.

"Qian Lin, are you angry?" An Ning asked softly, walking closer, as if with every step, a corner of the wall collapsed.

"No, I'm angry with the saint." The young man clenched his sword tightly, his jet-black eyes turned ice blue on his handsome face, there was no wave, and his beautiful lips collapsed into a line.

This feeling was all too familiar, and she knew how to deal with it all too well.

"That's jealousy."

An Ning quickened her pace, walked in front of him, put her hand on the back of his hand, and lightly rubbed the pad of her little finger against the hilt of the sword.

"Then let me touch you." An Ning smiled softly, "Stop being jealous, okay?"

The ice sword gradually became quiet, and the ice blue in the boy's eyes gradually dissipated.

Finally, the wall seemed to crumble.

An Ning held his hand and stood on tiptoe.

Still much shorter than him!
She had no choice but to raise her head and blinked, "Qian Lin, as a Dharma protector, you shouldn't dare to say it at a time like this."

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a beautiful shadow, he moved his gaze stiffly, and settled on An Ning's face.

An Ning looked back at him, and looked carefully, his watery eyes revealed a faint sadness.

"Little mute, why don't you talk anymore?" An Ning rubbed his fingers on his cheek, "You forgot, I like to hear your voice, you can tell me whatever you think, I will be your closest friend people."

The saint and him... are very close, so close that they want to hug him, but he is a sword, and he must have the self-awareness of the sword, as the master said.

He is a murder weapon, and he should not get too close to people.

He seldom speaks, he doesn't like to talk, and in front of the saint, he can't even speak completely.

In fact, his voice is ugly.

The master said that he was cold and heartless, and that he was ugly and cruel, and that he was only worthy of being a sword, not possessing it——

Qian Lin took back his memory. If his guess was correct, the saint should hate his face very much...

He was ugly, not as "good-looking" as that man.

Qian Lin moved her toes slightly, dodging An Ning's fingers touching her cheek, and was a few steps away from her in an instant.

Tranquility left in place:...

Looking at his beautiful paralyzed face from a distance, An Ning was confused and confused, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you come here tonight to find me? What does this mean?" Seeing her like a plague god?

You are cold, so I come to accompany you after the trial...

The young man's lips moved, and finally pursed tightly, and he didn't answer again.

But now, the Saint probably doesn't need him anymore.

"Have you been bullied?" An Ning rubbed her chin and began to think, "Xuan Xieyu should not be your opponent recently, the elders should like you very much, and the law protectors must not dare to do anything to you, with me covering you , Jingshang Palace is absolutely the only one who is looking after you, no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out who dared to provoke you..."

The boy's hand holding the sword became tighter and tighter, almost bursting out with veins.

A flash of ice blue flashed in the dark pupils.

(End of this chapter)